"I am not foolish enough to believe that General West truly wants to cooperate with me. As soon as the money hits my account, he will kill me and take the money."
Lucas Walker buttoned up his untouched two buttons on his shirt, lazily put on the suit laid on the couch, showed a wicked smile, "Ivana Bennett, you don't have to thank me, because I am just trying to save myself."
Ivana Bennett scoffed, "Spare me your self-righteousness, I have never been grateful to you."
Lucas Walker shrugged, "It's just as well."
"Release me!" she growled.
Stepping forward, Lucas Walker untied the bedsheet that was draped over her.
Ivana Bennett immediately jumped off the bed and straightened her shirt.
Feeling odd around her neck, she touched her neck, immediately it felt prickly and hurt.
Frowning, she glanced at Lucas Walker, she turned to look at the mirror on the wall, the vague dark red marks on her neck made her eyebrows twitch.
